The trick to dealing with brain cancer, I've decided, is embracing the possibility that you really don't need a brain. Well, of course you do--there are certain vital functions, etc. that one's brain is very good at handling. But thinking? Do we really need that?
Thinking tends to cause me a great deal of distress these days, especially insofar as I tend to overthink things until they reach the Slough of Despond.
In other words, I'm thinking thinking's a bit overrated.
I've posted before about the majestic sea slug, that noble underwater critter who is possessed with a rudimentary brain that allows him to search the sea floors for a home. Once he decides upon his destination he attaches himself to something or other, and then he eats his brain...because, of course, he no longer needs it. Its purpose has been fulfilled.
What I mean to say is that there's a lot to be said for just sitting back and enjoying the ride...even if it is a bit jarring at times.
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